Showing posts with label Drag Racing. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Drag Racing. Show all posts

Tuesday, 26 July 2016

'Dragstalgia 2016' At Santa Pod Raceway



All Images: 'Dragstalgia 2016', Santa Pod Raceway, Northamptonshire, July 2016.
1932 Ford Model B Coupe Dragster.


Habitual visitors here may know that, periodically, I do something enthusiastically car or vehicle related – largely in memory of my late Father, (or, as last year, my Grandfather too).  My standard disclaimer is that, whilst no great petrol-head myself, the involvement of the previous two generations of Marwoods, with various types of machinery, did make a significant impression on my early years.



1955 Ford F100 Pickup Truck: It Was Immaculate...

...As Was This 1959 Chevrolet Impala


Inevitably perhaps, my own interest eventually settled on the aesthetic, sensory aspects of vehicles, rater than the nuts and bolts.  In fact, my main interest in cars nowadays, is where they might take me, (or the environments that support them) - and my mechanical skills extend little beyond changing a wheel or topping-up fluid levels.  I can still take a certain pleasure in tinkering with my bike, but that feels far more like a low-tech extension of the human body than any motorised vehicle I ever encounter.



There's No Reason Why The Engine Shouldn't Be Pretty...


...But One May Not Be Enough.


Either way, it feels like the time of year for a little more indulgent regression.  Thus, I recently ventured out, to repeat my excursion of two years ago, and watch some Drag Racing at Northamptonshire’s Santa Pod Raceway.  I had massively enjoyed 2014’s ‘Dragstalgia’ weekend of period machinery, and this also being Santa Pod’s 50th anniversary year, was more than happy to repeat the experience.


Late 1940s GMC Pickup: Some Like Their Ride Really Low

...Others Prefer A Little More Clearance:  Austin A35 Gasser Dragster

Or You Could Have A Really Wide One: 1968 Plymouth Fury

... And Again, From 1958


The ludicrous, cartoonish excesses of Hot Rods and Dragsters, along with the vintage vehicles with which my Dad occupied much of his spare time, were where most of my adolescent car enthusiasms settled.  And, however inward-looking (as any other sub culture) it may be, I can still enjoy the efforts of those who put effort into shoe-horning massively overpowered engines into old bodywork, (often too small to accommodate them), then covering the results in a lurid, possibly kitsch, paint job. The resolutely home built nature of these machines is of great appeal, too.


Ford Front End: Model T Hot Rod

...And Another: 1944 Ford

...And The Definitely Non-Original Rear End Of A 1932 Ford Model B Coupe.





Examples Of The Ever-Popular 1941 Willys, From Various Angles 


That the ultimate fulfillment of such activities should be to repeatedly propel the things for a straight quarter mile, in as few seconds as possible, seems particularly pointless, and yet remains fascinatingly hypnotic.  Actually, the self-fulfilling functionlessness of it all may not even be so far removed from the production of art for its own sake as human impulses go.  I guess it’s all a pretty obvious male orgasm analogue too.


1956 Chevrolet Gasser Dragster


The Patina Of Age May Be Preferable To High Maintenance Paintwork...

...Or Maybe Just Several Coats Of Primer.


I described some of the sights, sounds and smells of Drag Racing, last time round, along with the non-exclusive geniality of the participants, - none of which have changed.  Frustratingly, as two years ago, I found the hardest thing was to record any of the actual action photographically, without a long lens or the ability to actually get trackside.  Watch any YouTube footage of dragsters crashing and you’ll understand the latter restriction straight away.


The Historic 200 mph 'Commuter' Dragster:  I Had The Toy Version Of This

Huge American Engine Into Tiny Italian Body Will Go: Fiat Toppolino Comp. Altered Dragster...


...Or You Could Stick With Flat Four, German Engineering


Thus, what you have here, in the main, is a selection of images of certain dragsters, and associated ‘Show ’n’ Shine’ vehicles at rest.  I did however experiment with a bit of video footage this time, and have included a couple of amateurish snippets.  It does make me wonder if a kind of persistent loop of the cars repeatedly launching might have some appeal.  I also quite like the potential of unfocussed footage to convey something of the overall sensory experience, but that might just be because whenever I film moving traffic, either from inside or outside, I invariably end up unfocusing the camera.










Either way, that hardly qualifies as serious or accomplished filming.  If you want a better flavour of the bizarre, mechano-fetishistic spectacle of Drag Racing, why not try these...
















Tuesday, 26 August 2014

The Kandy-Kolored Tangerine-Flake Streamline Blog Post




Connections, connections, (you know how this goes by now…).




I’m currently reading Tom Wolfe’s ‘The Kandy-Kolored Tangerine-Flake Streamline Baby’ [1.], and enjoying it immensely.  It’s significant for a few reasons, not least because it offers an excuse to put up some more photos of this beautiful orange hot rod.  It particularly caught my eye, amongst exotic vehicles of all shapes and sizes, when I went to watch some drag racing, a few weeks back.  The car won the Best At Show award in the ‘Show & Shine’ section at Santa Pod Raceway’s ‘Dragstalgia 2014’ event, but I’m ashamed to say I don’t know the owner’s name. Anyway, it's a marvelous example of the breed (’34 Ford Coupe), and the kind of thing that elevates car bodywork to the level of fetishism.  It’s not technically metal-flake, but that paint job absolutely shimmers.   In most respects, the car could be an illustration of Wolfe’s title.  It looks like  Pop Art made real.



1934 Ford Coupe


Which leads me to reflect on how, maybe at the age of 12 or 13, I picked up a copy of the book in a shop one day, no doubt attracted by the cover image, (another orange Ford, if I remember rightly) [2.], and that delightful, Rococo title.  As already mentioned, I was fascinated by hot rods and custom cars back then and, actually, these occasional automotive diversions from the real intent of this blog might just be about indulging in a little enjoyable, mid-life juvenilia.  I had no real insight into the book’s true nature and, lacking the funds to purchase it anyway, I just put it down and moved on.  I’ve thought about it every now and then, over the years whenever Tom Wolfe’s name came up, and his cultural significance became more apparent. Up until now though, I just never got round to doing anything about it.


Tom Wolfe In Full Country Gent/Literary Dandy Mode


Published in 1965, ‘TKKTFSB’ was the author’s first book and represents a collection of his journalistic essays on the social mores, status displays and sub-cultural currents running through America at the time.  It covers a range of topics and is by no means a book all about cars.  Nevertheless, in addition to the title essay, which contextualises the ‘Kustom Kar’ scene of the era as essentially a youth cult, he also includes one on stock car racing, (now usually known as NASCAR), and another on the bizarre spectacle of the Demolition Derby [3.].  It’s important to remember that cars are massively important as American cultural signifiers, at least as much as they are a simple means of transport.


Demolition Derby:  The Point At Which American Car Culture Effectively Eats Itself.


Wolfe was a doyen of what became known as The New Journalism, an approach in which the conventions of fiction were mixed, often experimentally, with objective, factual reportage.  His style is more refined than the simulant-fuelled psychosis of Hunter S Thompson, but he does employ an insouciant hipsterism that still conveys an air of delight in his often-outlandish subject matter.  He’s also capable of genuine human insights.  The title essay details the complexities of the hot car scene, and the history and sociological elements that shaped it.  It then goes on to profile, often in their own words, two of the leading lights of the sub-culture, George Barris and Ed Roth.  Beyond merely describing their exploits, he attempts psychological insights into their motivations and is quite moving on the relationship between them and the oddball lieutenants who attach themselves to their respective workshops.


George Barris, Dodge Deoria Pickup.  Channelling The Pop Futurism Of The Era.

Ed Roth, 'Outlaw'.  A Typical Fusion Of The Retro And The Streamlined


If the Californian car scene was ultimately based on the idea of making cars go very fast in straight lines, Stock Car Racing was all about going round and round in circles at similarly suicidal speeds.  Its genesis was largely located in the southern states and grew from the attempts of bootleggers of moonshine whiskey to outrun the Police in surreptitiously over-tuned cars.  Wolfe covers this in interesting detail in ‘The Last American Hero’.  It’s worth noting that he’s very good on those differing regional aethetics and sensibilities.  He posits the Kustomizer’s urge towards the streamlined and curvilinear as an essentially west coast, Dionysian impulse, and at odds with the Apollonian sensibility of Detroit’s more rectilinear mainstream styling of the period [4.].  This ability to apply those aesthetic considerations normally allocated with 'High Art', to commercial products or popular expressions lies at the heart of Pop Art. 'TKKTFSB' might be seen as one of its seminal texts. 


Junior Johnson In His Heyday


The real subject of his Stock Car piece is Junior Johnson, a renegade star of the sport, and a man with Bootlegging in his DNA.  Wolfe’s close quarters observations of Johnson brings a wealth of picturesque detail, but also, serious insights into the clan loyalties, physical courage and anti-authoritarianism of Appalachian mountain communities.  He also manages to draw a picture of fully fleshed-out personality, rather than a mere 'Good Ol' Boy' stereotype.  Johnson also has a clearly defined code of personal ethics and a nuanced hinterland to back it up.




Photos:  Erik Bartlam


The final piece in this little jigsaw is an explanation of why I finally got round to purchasing a copy of ‘The Kandy-Kolored Tangerine-Flake Streamline Baby’.  It was mentioned to me in an email by one of my regular readers, Erik Bartlam.  Erik’s another part-time Artist and blogger, based in Mississippi, whose own blog you can read here.  He’s left various positive comments on here, over the months and had kindly sent me a few of his own photographs to look at.  There are definite correspondences in the kind of subjects that draw our respective lenses and we found ourselves exchanging views on William Eggleston, - a photographer, (and another southerner), who clearly influences us both.  Erik gave me a few interesting insights into the Southern mindset and, in passing, mentioned Wolfe’s book, (in the light of my drag racing post).  There seemed nothing left to do but order myself a copy.



Photos: Erik Bartlam


It’s hardly an original observation, but I really like the way that having an online presence, and blogging in particular, allow one to make this kind of creative connection over thousands of miles.  I suppose I should have got over my pleasant surprise at what the rest of the world takes for granted by now, but I’ve always been a pretty late adopter.  Anyway, as ever, it just proves again that it’s all about making the connections.



Photos: Erik Bartlam


In conclusion, I’ve included Erik’s photos here.  I know he doesn’t take his photographs too seriously as images in their own right (although I think these stand up well enough) so I hope he doesn’t mind.  (Let me know if you’d rather I removed them again, Erik).




[1.]:  Tom Wolfe, ‘The Kandy-Kolored Tangerine-Flake Streamline Baby’, New York, Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1965

[2.]:  ‘Interestingly’, the actual car described in the text is a ‘kustomized’ Chevrolet, but you can’t always make everything join up.

[3.]:  Demolition Derbies are, it transpires one of those strange, decadent examples of an existing form turning in on itself.  In this case, it marks an attempt to distill the more extreme aspects of Stock Car Racing into a bastard form that’s purely about the crashes.  There’s a cheerful nihilism about that, which we can all appreciate - surely?

[4.]:  I suspect one could extrapolate this idea further to imagine a contrast between the Catholic/Latinate and the Protestant/European strands of American consciousness.  Certainly, the influence of Latin America on the southern Pacific States shouldn’t be overlooked.



Friday, 18 July 2014

'Faster, Faster', (Shifting Gear).




Willys Dragster


I’m conscious there haven’t been too many posts on here about my own artwork for a while.  Although work continues, progress has been slow and I’ve been feeling a bit bogged down and uninspired generally, not just in terms of my art, for a few weeks now.  The school Summer holidays are here now, bringing the luxury of unbroken, usable time, but I’ve decided to shake things up by deliberately doing some non, (or only tangentially) art-related stuff with my Summer alongside the obvious attempts to get on with the painting.


1957 Chevrolet Bel Air, Gasser Dragster


I wasted a lot of last year’s holiday really, then felt frustrated afterwards, so this year my intention is to avoid getting too intense about it all again by leavening the mix of my activities generally.  Whilst individual pieces can always cause dissatisfaction, I’m not too unhappy with the general thrust of my work, so the theory is that, if I’m feeling a little more stimulated and mentally refreshed overall, the painting will start to inspire me a bit more too.  Thinking about it, it may not even be the root problem at all.


The Finish Line


Thus, I found myself at Santa Pod Raceway in Northamptonshire to watch some Drag Racing the other day, - something that’s well outside my comfort zone of customary activities, and all the more enjoyable for that very reason.  So why am I telling you about it?  I guess, because it just reveals that, however deliberately outside the gallery or ‘studio’ I may put myself, I always end up experiencing most things through the filter of sensory stimuli, and relishing the essential strangeness and excitement of a new situation as an abstract mélange of sights, sounds, smells, and related sensations.  Essentially, that’s where being an artist really starts for me, and I love the fact that I can see pretty much anything in those terms, whatever category of activity or scale of spectacle it may represent.


Funny Car Dragster Supercharger
Willys Dragster Supercharger


Anyway, enough philosophy.  Regular readers will have noticed that, whilst hardly a petrol head, (just the opposite in many respects), I have a vestigial interest in slightly unusual vehicles, inherited from my late father’s love of all things mechanical, and vintage vehicles in particular.  This inevitably rubbed off on me, and often being drawn to the alternative or extreme, my particular adolescent enthusiasm was for hot rods and dragsters.  My interest centred far more on the aesthetics of it all than on the nuts and bolts, and the bizarre stylistic conventions of that scene allowed my imagination full range.  All this coincided with the 1970’s, - a period when it seemed perfectly natural to build a car that resembled a cartoon as much as possible, (it’s kitsch on wheels, essentially).  ‘Whacky Races’, Hot Wheels toys, Revel model kits and ‘Custom Car’ magazine were very much part of the zeitgeist for me at an impressionable age.



1932 Ford Tudor Sedan With Period Trailer.
1956 Chevrolet Bel Air


As another birthday approaches, and I move deeper into my fifties, I’ve started to list things that I’ve meant to do but just never got round to.  I think of it more as a ‘walking stick list’ than a ‘bucket list’, but either way it’s just a reminder to myself to avoid excessive routine and to keep enjoying new experiences while they’re still achievable.  Going to the drag racing, for old time’s sake if nothing else, was an easily realised item, and I enjoyed every minute.  The event in question was Santa Pod’s annual ‘Dragstalgia’ weekend, when older vehicles on the scene come together to recapture something of the 70’s golden age, (not just for me then, it seems).  When I realised that the venue was only just over an hour’s drive away, it seemed too good an opportunity to miss.  The fact that several of the drivers piloting their potential death traps down the strip were apparently of pensionable age helped to put my list into context too.  You can pay for a ride in a two-seater dragster at Santa Pod, - I wonder…?



Slingshot Dragster Reversing On To Start Line


For those unfamiliar with the sport, Dragster Racing involves accelerating ludicrously over-powered cars in a straight line, traditionally for a quarter-mile, in as short a time as possible.  Whilst two hopefully well-matched cars race alongside each other, the real competition is against the clock, with vehicles in a particular class returning to the strip repeatedly on an elimination basis, until the fastest is decided upon.  Competition classes relate to differing technical specs and the fuel used, (Methanol and Nitro Methane generally yielding higher performance than straightforward Gasoline).



Slingshot Dragster Reversing On To Start Line


The cars vary from the narrow, elongated and purely functional ‘slingshot’ or ‘rail’ forms, through bizarre, distorted mutations of something vaguely recognisable as a traditional car, to those not too far removed from regular production vehicles, (often termed ‘Door Slammers’).  There’s an appreciation of the retro and the incongruous, and flamboyant paint jobs, featuring flames, stripes and lurid signwriting, are de rigeur.  Rear wheels are massive, whilst front wheels can be minimal, (handling’s not really the issue here).  The preferred power source is a massively over-tuned American V8 engine, with short, open exhausts, and possibly, a huge supercharger with gaping air intake, mounted on top.  Ideally, the reimagined engine should be exposed, or too large for any bodywork to enclose, resulting in a very public display of ‘mines bigger than yours’ machismo.


Competition Altered Dragster, All The Way From Germany
Funny Car Dragster


If this all sounds pretty juvenile, I’d say yes, - gloriously so.  There’s a kind of cheerful numbscullery about the attempt to squeeze almost unimaginable amounts of power from relatively traditional technology, to the point where steering the thing in a straight line for a few seconds is a major achievement.  American automotive engineering is traditionally about ironmongery and sheer muscle as much as sophistication or anything distracting, like turning corners.  Drag racing is, I guess, the epitome of that.


1960s Slingshot Dragster Engine


Reason has very little to do with it and spectacle is all.  The deafening racket and seismic impact of an unsilenced, high-revving V8 must be experienced to be believed, and flaming exhausts and massive clouds of smoke are routine.  The wheel spinning ‘burnouts’ undertaken to soften tires for improved traction are an important part of the ritual and acquire an added dimension when performed in deliberately ignited puddles of petrol!  There can be no justification for any of this on environmental grounds, of course, but the carbon footprint of a season’s racing in the name of a little entertaining release, is probably a fraction of that, globally, of routine air travel or the reluctant daily commute.



1939 Ford Pickup
Two Willys Hoods With Air Intakes


Watching a seemingly endless procession of vehicles, each running in a straight line for a few seconds, might sound like it would quickly lose its novelty, but I found it enduringly entertaining and strangely hypnotic.  Without a long lens, and with many vehicles achieving speeds nearing 200 mph, I found it hard to capture the action very well in my photos, but luckily, there are already several YouTube videos giving a better impression of the specific event.







In fact, my best images from the day were collected whilst walking amongst the competitors’ pits and the Hot Rods and Custom Cars in the ‘Show & Shine’ display.  I’ve mentioned before, my fascination with the aesthetic mannerisms and attention to detail exhibited in such vehicles, and many such styles were represented, from artfully contrived junk-yard chic, to the sleek, contemporary contours of a shimmering tangerine 34 Ford Coupe.


VW Microbus Rat Rod
Rat Rod Pickup
1957 Chevrolet Bel Air & 1939 Ford Pickups
1934 Ford Coupe
1959 Cadilliac Eldorado Tail Fins


What really cheered me most about the day was probably the laid-back, communal atmosphere of the whole event.  It was pleasingly possible to explore the pit area and examine at close quarters the very vehicles that had been breathing fire and making the earth shake just minutes earlier.  There’s something thrilling about stepping to one side to allow a crackling, polychromatic monster, capable of releasing horsepower in the thousands, to casually trundle past.



1956 Chevrolet Bel Air, Rat Gasser Dragster
1932 Ford Model B Roadster


A grounded blue-collar vibe prevailed, with none of the exclusivity and restricted access one would expect at many sporting events. The small encampments around each vehicle were as much relaxed family gathering as intense racing team.  The cars often undergo extensive mechanical re-fettling between runs, but as many people were simply hanging out and amiably shooting the breeze, as wielding spanners.  I often enjoy witnessing the tribal rituals of a particular subculture and, on limited acquaintance; I’d say the Nostalgia Drag Racing fraternity resembles a cheery, generous-spirited constituency.  Certainly, I was struck by the contrast between their down to earth demeanour, and the power-worship and potentially life-threatening feats being performed just metres away.



'Gas Attack', Ford Anglia Dragster


My few hours at the Drags were a world away from my regular beat of galleries and solitary artistic activity, and all the more refreshing for that.  In reality, of course, the kitsch tropes and Rock ‘n’ Roll aspects of Hot Rod culture have intrigued plenty of Pop and post-Pop artists over the years.  I’m left with memories of painted flames, burning rubber, (and a distinct ringing in the ears); but also with thoughts of Richard Prince’s found Muscle Car body sculptures, the Pop Paintings of Peter Phillips and the auto-fetishistic Photorealism of Peter Maier.  Mostly though, I’m left with the pleasure of having witnessed something taken to excess for the sheer fun of it.



Richard Prince, 'Second Place (Oak Hill, Preston Hollow, Canal Zone,
Haight-Ashbury)', 
GRP, Body Filler, Acrylic, Plywood, 2003-04

Peter Phillips, 'Art-O-Matic Cudacutie', Oil On Canvas, 1972

Peter Maier, 'Jaws', DuPont Cromax AT On Aluminium, 2009-10